Ken struggled out of his internal crisis just in time to hear Yohji's cheerful affirmation.
"heh, 'great' is a pretty good description. Better than great."
Ken didn't bother to suppress a small snort at his friend's boasting. He concentrated on that, submerging himself in the here and now instead of-
(the steady tick tick tick tick of a mocking clock)
-things he couldn't deal with right now.
He was surprised when Yohji slung an arm around him, but it was a pleasant one. Somehow, it made him feel a bit at ease (~take that, stupid Inner Voice! Ha!~). He grinned and put a hand over his heart.
"Oh yes. The streets of Tokyo will flood with tears at the news that Yohji Kudou is a taken man." Ken declared solemnly, faking an expression of deep sorrow. "They'll call a national holiday of grieving. We'll sell flower wreaths of mourning."
An honest bubble of laughter welled up from his chest as he continued his teasing. Clasping his hands together, he put on a piteous face and looked up toward the ceiling.
"Why oh why," he sighed in a terrible falsetto, "didn't we snatch him up when we had the chance? What has that redhead got that we don't?"
From that he switched over into the imitation of a smoking Yohji. "You want that list in alphabetical order?" He deadpanned, flicking his imaginary cigarette to the side before succumbing to a few deep chuckles. It felt great to have a bit of fun, and he was perfectly comfortable staying where he was.
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"heh, 'great' is a pretty good description. Better than great."
Ken didn't bother to suppress a small snort at his friend's boasting. He concentrated on that, submerging himself in the here and now instead of-
(the steady tick tick tick tick of a mocking clock)
-things he couldn't deal with right now.
He was surprised when Yohji slung an arm around him, but it was a pleasant one. Somehow, it made him feel a bit at ease (~take that, stupid Inner Voice! Ha!~). He grinned and put a hand over his heart.
"Oh yes. The streets of Tokyo will flood with tears at the news that Yohji Kudou is a taken man." Ken declared solemnly, faking an expression of deep sorrow. "They'll call a national holiday of grieving. We'll sell flower wreaths of mourning."
An honest bubble of laughter welled up from his chest as he continued his teasing. Clasping his hands together, he put on a piteous face and looked up toward the ceiling.
"Why oh why," he sighed in a terrible falsetto, "didn't we snatch him up when we had the chance? What has that redhead got that we don't?"
From that he switched over into the imitation of a smoking Yohji. "You want that list in alphabetical order?" He deadpanned, flicking his imaginary cigarette to the side before succumbing to a few deep chuckles. It felt great to have a bit of fun, and he was perfectly comfortable staying where he was.